She was sure it would be the same story in the upstairs bathroom, but first she had to get up the stairs. Xxx vedio Oh god, she was going to…no, she mustn’t! Her anger was now only obvious in her breathing and he looked her over, taking note of the various scratches, red marks and bruises she had accumulated during the day, the dried spittle on her chin. Her nostrils filled with the scent of his musk, his sweat and even, it seemed to her, a faint trace of his semen. She made her way laboriously upstairs like this, backwards. His face became a mask of mock-concern. She returned the bottle to its spot and replaced the cap. There was a dark blue, rectangular plastic basket of laundry at her feet. But then she clamped down on the impulse and instead allowed her anger to blaze in her eyes, knowing it would distract him. No, worst of all was that he’d ordered her to clean his house–as if she were his maid, or as if this were an appropriate task for her just because she was a woman. She tried to say, “Shit!” but only succeeded in making an imbecilic grunt. She had been reduced to the level of an inarticulate, chained animal, left alone in the house like a neglected pet. Jerking in surprise, she dropped the toilet brush, which fell into the bowl,
